It was a clear night, the cloud cover low. Humidity on the island meant a prevalence of fog during the warmer months, however. The new moon was approaching, like the moon had turned its back to the Earth. A girl in a black dress with velvet details looked down at the scenery before her. Her hands were as equally black as her outfit, but they were also tinged dark red at her fingertips. Dried blood. She took a dampened handkerchief and wiped it methodically, and pocketed it carefully away.
With her back to the viewer as she looked towards the shrouded landscape, It was a scene reminiscent of Caspar David Friedrich's The Wanderer Above The Sea Of Fog, but there was nothing nostalgic or romantic about it.
"Hello."
She answered a call.
"Yes, speaking. I've taken care of the situation. How's your end?" There was a pause as the girl listened into the earpiece. "Don't delay what I've asked for you to do. I don't tolerate mistakes. I'll have to get back to you, I've got company. Talk to you later."
She turned quickly to face the intruder, and her nails extended in half a second, at lance-point to the other girl's throat. It was only a little girl. Her powers had also improved, her nails growing a little over three metres in maximum length.
If Ishikawa needed to teach her anything, it was control of not her power, but her thirst for it. But he also taught her how to perceive, and no doubt, Konishi was a good student. The only thing she lacked was restraint.
"What do you want? Make it quick, my period gets really bad around this time."
With her back to the viewer as she looked towards the shrouded landscape, It was a scene reminiscent of Caspar David Friedrich's The Wanderer Above The Sea Of Fog, but there was nothing nostalgic or romantic about it.
"Hello."
She answered a call.
"Yes, speaking. I've taken care of the situation. How's your end?" There was a pause as the girl listened into the earpiece. "Don't delay what I've asked for you to do. I don't tolerate mistakes. I'll have to get back to you, I've got company. Talk to you later."
She turned quickly to face the intruder, and her nails extended in half a second, at lance-point to the other girl's throat. It was only a little girl. Her powers had also improved, her nails growing a little over three metres in maximum length.
If Ishikawa needed to teach her anything, it was control of not her power, but her thirst for it. But he also taught her how to perceive, and no doubt, Konishi was a good student. The only thing she lacked was restraint.
"What do you want? Make it quick, my period gets really bad around this time."